Atlas Gym, Tuesday Afternoon

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No, Tyler wasn't still pissed off about Tony, or the flowers, or about the fact Tony hadn't even called yet. That would require he cared. Tyler didn't care.

Really.

If he was hitting a punching bag so hard he could almost hear it say uncle, and eyeing the rest of the gym in hopes someone would look worth sparring, that wasn't to work out stress. That was just fun.

[OOC: Open gym but he's not in the best mood.]

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Well, of course this would be where Tony could find Tyler.

...he was lucky the flowers weren't here to throw at him, probably. "Does it owe you money?" He asked, leaning against the wall near the entrance, arms cross over his chest.

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Tyler was rather predictable.

He glanced up, then threw one last jab before stepping back.

"Nah, I'm just trying to keep it in line and make sure it doesn't revolt."

Dumb jokes. That was what he had to offer.

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"Punching bags can be so troublesome," Tony replied dryly. "When they revolt."

Yeeeah. Avoid that issue with all your might, Tony.

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"Hey, they go, then the treadmills follow, and then it's the exercycles and then you have real trouble," Tyler defended himself.

Avoidance was fun.

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"It would be bedlam," Tony agreed, oh so seriously. "Did you get the flowers?"

That wasn't forced at all.

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"Those were for me?" Tyler finally stepped away from the punching bag so they could quit shouting at each other. "I thought maybe somebody was retiring and Pepper got the addresses mixed up."

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"Are you retiring?" There, it was all on Tyler. He wasn't to be blamed.

He wasn't exactly the best at this... thing.

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"No...." Tyler looked confused. "Was that a metaphor, Tony?"

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"Maybe." He shook his head, pushing away from the wall. "Never mind that. You know what I mean, Tyler."

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"...Best wishes?" Tyler asked. "Seriously, you and Pepper together couldn't come up with anything better?"

He'd answer the question. Sometime.

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"You threw a screwdriver at me!"

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"At the wall over your head, don't be a pussy," Tyler informed him. "I'd have hit you if I wanted to."

He was so very mature.

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"Those are my tools," Tony insisted. "They're expensive."

Said the billionaire.

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It was a screwdriver!

"Probably not the most stellar moment in my life," Tyler had to admit, which was ... kind of an apology. "Did I break anything?"

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"I didn't look." But all that righteous fury over his tools was abated. "Are you going to make a habit of that?"

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Tyler stared for a moment before a final, grudging, "No."

He wasn't going to let himself get that angry again, and besides, he knew how important Tony's tools were to him. Probably he had stuff that cost more than Tyler's whole life.

"And about habits ..." He cleared his throat, not sure how that sentence could possibly end that wouldn't be a disaster.

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"Yes?" Oh, Tony didn't want that to be what he thought it was.

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"You're going to sleep around."

It wasn't a question. Tyler'd had enough time to think that his tone was neutral, if not glowing with glee at the idea.

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"That's more likely than not." Tony looked over at the punching bag with idle curiosity. "Would you prefer I keep it quiet?"

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"Probably a better idea," Tyler nodded. See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil, right? He'd be the monkey with his hands over his ears.

"We aren't ... you know." Married. Boyfriends. Exclusive. Whatever. Tyler's gesture suggested and dismissed all of those things. "But I was being a jerk about it. I think we work better when we aren't being complete jerks."

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"That might be difficult," Tony said dryly. More than a little pleased this all worked out. "Considering who we are."

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Okay, that actually made Tyler laugh.

"... not complete jerks to each other," he rephrased, once he was done chuckling. "And no fucking flowers."

That last part just needed to be said.

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"It seemed like a good idea at the time," Tony offered.

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"It would have been less awful if the card hadn't said Best Wishes," Tyler pointed out. "Steve agreed."

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"Steve saw them?"